If the first year is supposed to be the hardest, and it was this easy, then the whole 'till death do us part thing is going to be a breeze. I'm not quite that naive, but consider me an optimist. I picked a good partner!
In celebration, Ty and I have some fun things lined up. One of the things we're going to do I saw in Southern Living in May and have been plotting to make it happen ever since. We're going on a culinary bike tour through the Confederacy of Cruisers. Think progressive dinner on wheels!
My in-laws, who are known for going on vacation to ride bikes, got a kick out of the fact we were taking a bike tour. I can't say that biking is exactly our thing. ... but when we're talking about food and I have a cup holder for my cocktail ... well, I'll pretty much follow you to the ends of the earth!
Here's a better description of what we'll be doing:
The route and menu follow the season’s best foods, but expect a sampling of NOLA classics (gumbo, po’boys, jambalaya) as well as a few ethnic surprises (locally made cannoli, Senegalese fried plantains) well off the tourist track. You’ll consume calories, yes, but burn a few too, while pedaling a one-speed cruiser—equipped with back-pedal brakes and a cup holder for cocktails—through a city that built a mound of dirt so its kids could see what a hill looks like.We have a fancy dinner lined up and also plan to swing through the New Orleans Seafood Festival while we're there, but I'm most looking forward to a fun, relaxing weekend with my husband!
How fun! We're going in a couple weeks and might have to do this! I told E I wanted to do the "grown up" new orleans trip! This sounds grown up?
ReplyDeleteHappy Anniversery! Your wedding day marks 1 year since I have passed out! Hence why we did not make the wedding :)
It's funny how your priorities shift from drinking to eating when you get a little older! You guys should check into this for your trip. I'll give you a full report when we get back!
ReplyDeleteAnd I completely forgot you passed out that day ... Geez Melissa, excuses, excuses!